“Make Pan Li name the child’s father herself?”
Xie Qian glanced at Wen Ying.
In that instant, he saw through the softness beneath her ferocious facade. Wen Ying wasn’t just here to wreak havoc at school for Chen Li’s sake—she hadn’t fully given up on Uncle Deng Shangwei. She was still helping him!
After all, Pan Li was undeniably pregnant, and she faced two paths:
One: Find a new father for the baby. Given Pan Li’s popularity, she wouldn’t even need to hire an outsider—some guy at school would likely jump at the chance to “step up” and save her.
If she went this route, it’d be framed as a romance with a classmate, both adults, an accidental pregnancy from poor planning—normal enough, just embarrassing when blown up. The school might reprimand them, but expulsion over a pregnancy? Unlikely.
This way, Wen Ying’s accusations would be “slander.” Wen Ying promised a public apology in the papers, Pan Li stays, seemingly victorious.
But did Wen Ying lose?
No—she’d truly win!
If Pan Li denied the child was Deng Shangwei’s, how could she keep clinging to him? One story for the school, another for Deng Shangwei? No one’s that gullible to let her play both sides!
Xie Qian figured Pan Li wouldn’t dare take this option, though.
Wen Ying had called her pursuit of Deng Shangwei a calculated “honey trap” from the business world. Until her goal was met, Pan Li wouldn’t let go—so she’d pick the second path: admit the child was Deng Shangwei’s.
If she confessed, Wen Ying’s stunt today wasn’t slander. Seducing a married man and getting pregnant versus a normal student romance? Night and day. If Wen Ying kept pushing, the school couldn’t touch her—only expel Pan Li, as Wen Ying demanded!
Of course, expulsion would make Pan Li despise Wen Ying. A college degree mattered to a gold-digger like her—without it, even basic respectable jobs were out, limiting her future “catches.”
Just to spite Wen Ying, Pan Li would likely double down on Deng Shangwei, stirring chaos in Wen Ying’s family. Xie Qian wondered what Wen Ying’s next move was—
Even he, an ally, had been swept into her wild style. The newly arrived department head, mulling her words, found them oddly reasonable.
In court, a judge summons both plaintiff and defendant to hear their sides. Pan Li, the other key player in this mess, should face Wen Ying now!
If she’d done nothing wrong, she’d have no fear—school would back her.
The department head sent for Pan Li.
First call, no show—she was “still unconscious” in the infirmary.
Wen Ying snickered, “In the infirmary? Perfect—urine and blood tests are right there.”
The department head frowned; Fang Professor’s look at Wen Ying turned disapproving.
Even if Wen Ying spoke truth, her methods were wrong. Problems could be discussed—a kid storming the school, forcing Pan Li’s expulsion, was too aggressive. Were her parents clueless, or deliberately hiding, puppeteering their child?
Xie Qian stepped in front of Wen Ying, “So your school’s management is this lax—can’t even summon a student?”
Fang Professor was speechless.
These two troublemakers: the girl, a shameless rogue; the boy, calm but cutting.
Whose kids were these?
Did their parents not care?
What kind of upbringing produced this underage “Black Wind Duo”?
Stung by Xie Qian’s jab, the department head insisted Pan Li come.
No show? Fine—if she’s that unwell, straight to the hospital for a full check, school footing the bill.
With that ultimatum, Pan Li had to appear. Nearly twenty minutes later, flanked by two boys, she shuffled into the office.
She’d changed clothes and washed her face, but her hair—still reeking of rotten eggs despite scrubbing—betrayed her haste. Swollen eyelids showed she’d bawled hard, her pitiful look dialed to max.
The department head, ready to scold, softened at her state.
Her escorts—the two simps who’d defended her in class—glared at Wen Ying.
“You’re young but vicious—won’t stop till Pan Li’s ruined?”
“Exactly, this is too much!”
“You—”
Wen Ying cut them off with a raised hand, grinning, “Which of you is the baby daddy?”
“What baby daddy? What nonsense…”
“Not me!”
They’d never even touched their goddess—now saddled with “fatherhood” in front of the department? Panic surged.
Xie Qian interjected coolly, “Then why so worked up?”
The simps flushed red. The department head shooed them out, “This is Pan Li’s issue—what’re you two stirring up? Go.”
Pan Li kept her head down, tears plopping to the floor, soon pooling.
Fang Professor had the door shut, curtains drawn, blocking gawking students. Security dispersed the hallway crowd.
Once settled, Fang repeated Wen Ying’s claims: “Explain yourself. If they’re framing you, the school’s got your back!”
If not… Fang pitied Pan Li, but wrong was wrong—youth wasn’t an excuse. She’d pay for her actions.
Wiping tears, Pan Li began, “Working at Jiuyan Bridge is true, but not as an escort—I played piano part-time. My family’s not well-off; I took the gig to ease my parents’ burden. I was naive, focused on cash, not the scene. There, I met him—he was kind, caring, and I messed up—”
Wen Ying rolled her eyes discreetly. Pan Li thought this sob story would rile her?
So naive!
“So you admit you’re carrying a married man’s child and went to his wife today to wreck their family?”
Pan Li sobbed, “I was scared! I was tricked, forced—”
The department head and Fang Professor turned to Wen Ying.
She pulled out her phone. Pan Li’s heart leapt.
Calling Deng Shangwei or Chen Li for a showdown?
Expulsion? Fine—on her way here, she’d hashed it out with Yu Wenhao. He’d promised a house and 300,000 yuan cash. Worth it.
Plus, to screw Wen Ying, she’d bleed Deng Shangwei dry.
His niece got her expelled and tanked her TV gig—without a big payout, this wasn’t over!
The department head, beside Wen Ying, saw her dial 110. “You’re calling the police?”
Wen Ying chuckled, “Pan Li says she was forced, right? Rape’s a crime—if my elder did it, I’ll turn him in myself!”
